Soma's sharp eyes catch that faint puff of smoke, his faint smile stretching into a grin. "Fire, huh? Or at least I'm guessing since that didn't look like frost or steam."

They finally get to the front of the line, where Soma takes the pot roast and a chicken thigh. Since the beef has potatoes, onions, and carrots already, he passes the other veggies to grab a small salad, followed by a slice of apple pie. "Chicken actually looks pretty decent, so don't worry about the grease." A bottle of unsweetened lemon tea goes on his tray, and once he scans his ID wristband he waits for Asch.